Quotes About Windows

In the night, the house settled. Creaks sounded in the hallways like errant footsteps, windows popped in their frames, china rattled in the cupboards, and pictures suddenly slipped awry on the walls.

windows are ringed with dark shadows of soot that leak like a beauty queen's tears

Maybe we can hold the windows and doors," Mars said doubtfully. The ruined building was little more than a shell, with no roof and gaping empty rectangles for windows. "But if they charge us Ã¢â'¬Â¦Ã¢â'¬Â "They're charging!" Hel shouted.

After all, memoirs are not open doors into another person's house. They are more like broken windows, with the owner trying to explain away all of the damage.

Love unlocks doors and opens windows that weren't even there before.

But whatever, we descendants of the Girl Line may not have wealth and proper windows in our drafty homes but at least we have rage and we will build empires with that, gentlemen.

don't want to make photographs. The way you described it with Capa's work is exactly right: I want to make windows.

His car....had the black-tinted windows I usually associated with south Florida or drug dealers. Or is that redundant?

the poet I saw once... but whose words have long been in my mind, windows of invincible candles...

Are you in here for an actual reason? CARTER Pretty much. I don't remember what it is, but I'm sure I had one when I started down the hall … TOM Perfect. CARTER Oh, yeah, now I recall . Because I was bored in my office … (Beat.) Plus, you have nicer windows. TOM Feel free to open one and jump … LaBute, Neil (2004-11-29). Fat Pig: A Play (pp. 18-19). Faber & Faber. Kindle Edition.

When I open the door, the cold rushes immediately into the lodge, as though it had been pounding there the whole time, fighting desperately to smash through the windows—to tear the frames from their hinges—to come flooding in—to drown us all in icy seas—snowcapped waves. As though our world inside should never have existed at all.

When the knock comes, it will knock a certain reticence. It will leave your door covered in white-knuckles. And the windows will no longer breathe, they will die like paintings. And you will no longer be worrying the stars into meaning, they will already mean something

The modern world is highly secular in certain parts, and nowhere more than in the world of the educated elites. Such people are notoriously "tone deaf" and their natural habitat is "a world without windows," as Weber and Berger have described them.

Generally dogs do best if their crates are in rooms that you frequently use, but that aren't in high traffic areas or in front of windows.

Dropping toward the watershed, the sun filled the place with evening light and kindled the windows and the western flanks of cupolas and steeples and many belfries, darkening the eastern walls with shadow; and as we gazed, one of them began to strike the hour and another took up the challenge, followed by a third and soon enormous tonnages of sectarian bronze were tolling their ancient rivalries into the dusk.

Various pieces of huge dark furniture constricted the passage, and the place smelled of boiled fish. I was shown into the parlor, where the gloom of that overcast day was filtered through windows curtained in dingy lace.

Every year the Tricksters gather. The last year had passed like gas, but quickly excused itself. If I had my way, we would have shut off the lights and pretended nobody was home. Sadly, this wouldn't work, as they would have stood outside on the front steps and insisted on constantly ringing the bell. Or worse, walked around the place and started looking in the windows.

The light poured through the windows upon his photographs and the poem of us sitting together a last time. Robert dying: creating silence. Myself, destined to live, listening closely to a silence that would take a lifetime to express.

Beauty walks this world. It ages everything. I am far and I am an animal and I am just another I-am poem, a we-see poem, a they-love poem. The green. All the different windows. There is so much stone here. And grass. So beautiful each translucent electric blade. And the noise. Cheers folding into traffic. These things. Things that have been already said many times: leaf, zipper, sparrow, lintel, scarf, window shade.

He also had narrow windows framed high in the temple.

There were three rows of high windows facing one another in three tiers.

who says, ëI will build myself a great palace, with spacious upper rooms.í So he cuts windows in it, panels it with cedar, and paints it with vermilion.

The gate chambers and their side pillars had beveled windows all around the inside of the gateway. The porticos also had windows all around on the inside. Each side pillar was decorated with palm trees.

Its windows, portico, and palm trees had the same measurements as those of the gate facing east. Seven steps led up to it, with its portico opposite them.